《家乡》
作者：孟伟
他们说，
山区是信息的终点。
是水的起点。
我想说， 那是生命的起点。
是我的终点。
童年，追风——跑尽山丘的血管。
后来，追赶车流——卡在肝胆管的细缝。
一年，又一年。
山，将落叶与足迹 一并吞入胃中，
代谢着，下一篇诗歌的开始。
那颗出走时埋下的种子，
是不甘么？
虽已风干，
却总在回乡时 复胀——返潮。
率先打湿的是那睡后电子 或许，
你是否和我一样，
早已是一株生活的盆栽：
方寸的土，
修剪的梦，
与一场永远在途中的起点。
English version:
Hometown
By Meng Wei
They say the mountains are where information ends,
where water begins.
I would say: there life begins.
And there I end.
Childhood, chasing wind—ran through every vein of the hills.
Later, chasing traffic—stuck in the crevice of bile ducts.
Year after year.
The mountain swallows fallen leaves and footprints
into its stomach,
metabolizing the beginning of the next poem.
That seed buried when I left—
is it discontent?
Though dried by wind,
it always swells again—dampens
whenever I return home.
The first thing it wets is the electronic after sleep.
Maybe,
like me,
you are already a potted plant:
a square foot of soil,
a pruned dream,
and a starting point forever on the way.